I knew from the moment I entered that this was an unusual room. There were no walls dividing one room from another, so I could see from one end to the other. There was a window in front, and a large sofa placed beneath it. The room was segregated only by a flimsy screen near the sofa and the difference in carpet color from the door to the window.
Despite having many doors, it was one large, undivided room. The carpet color seemed to beckon me to sit on the sofa. If they had doors, they should have made separate rooms.
“T-to be brought to a room like this… is… not bad at all. Haa, nnn!”
While the room was concerning, I couldn’t stop my left prosthetic hand from its actions. I had to find a way to resolve Miss Melissa’s misunderstanding. How much of her misunderstanding could I resolve while still fondling her breasts… That was the problem.
There was no way I could resolve it. Furthermore, this room I was brought to was the problem. This room, or rather, this undivided large room. It was a place for after parties, or as they say these days, a place for those who found a compatible partner during a marriage hunt to have their way with each other.
Ignoring Miss Melissa, who had fainted from just my chest, I looked around. They were all at it, everyone was at it. From where we stood near the door, even with the screen, the “act” on the sofa was clearly visible until you went further in.
Did they not care about the eyes and voices of others? This was that kind of world, it seemed. It was too stimulating for me, a newly made noble… And you, pig! You’re holding a fine woman!
Are these people all insane! To build a room like that next to the party venue… it can only be described as madness. In the world of nobles, heirs are important, and perhaps they are desperately trying to secure good matches in a world with little information.
And what should I do, having brought a Viscountess into that room, even if I didn’t know it was that kind of place? Moreover, my left hand was apparently quite something.
First, I had to get Viscountess Melissa to sit on the sofa further inside and prevent her from being seen by others. As I tried to pull away my left hand, it stubbornly gripped her breast with all its might, refusing to let go.
Would using magic help? I had received healing magic from Miss Melissa, so I supposed I had no choice but to do that. I sat down on the sofa with her and whispered into her ear, “This whole situation is a misunderstanding. This prosthetic left hand is going haywire because I’m not good at handling magic. It was never my intention to have ulterior motives towards Viscountess Mallory.”
“Please call me Melissa… … Haa! Ah… aan… If Lord Mikael wishes, I am always at your disposal…”
Did our conversation even connect? This was difficult, trying to persuade her while still fondling her. However, I had to swing a sword to suppress the rampant magic.
“Viscountess Mallory. I must use magic to suppress this rampage. It’s my peculiar constitution, but I ask that you do not speak of this and do not scream.”
“If it concerns Lord Mikael, I will accept anything.”
This conversation was definitely not connecting. But I couldn’t keep fondling her breasts forever.
“■■■■, Condense.”
This was the first time I had used this in front of anyone other than the White Lily Corps. After all, it was a weapon against Lycanthropes. Miss Melissa, most likely seeing it as a terrifying weapon for a normal person, let out a small scream, so I quickly covered her mouth. I covered it with my right hand. I wasn’t going to stab her with the Buster Sword.
“■■■■, Melt.”
It instantly transformed into a Petty knife. She must have been shocked by this as well. She let out a small gasp of surprise, so I quickly covered her mouth more firmly. I covered it with my right hand. I wasn’t going to stab her with the Petty knife either.
“I apologize for appearing before you in this state. If I repeat this several times, the magic will be consumed, and I believe the prosthetic left hand will be removed.”
She said nothing more. The way Miss Melissa looked at me had changed. It would have been better if she had seen me as a pervert. She was looking at me with the eyes of a woman completely in love.
Condensing and melting weren’t things that could be done just once, and since I was holding her close like I was embracing her, our bodies inevitably brushed against each other. When I tried to pull away, her left prosthetic hand moved my arm, drawing me closer.
At that point, I became curious. Seeing something expand to an abnormal size and then shrink back down in an instant, repeatedly, it was only human nature, or perhaps a maiden’s heart, to want to know what was happening.
“Show me! I won’t! You’re a Viscountess! Who cares about that! In the end, even forgetting my manners with a Marquis, I turned my back to her while still fondling her breasts, unable to look at her. If anyone else saw us entangled in this way, what would they think?
But it was almost over. The fact that it was taking longer to transform into a Buster Sword was proof that my magic was dwindling. I gathered my remaining magic and condensed it.
My penis didn’t transform into a Buster Sword, only reaching the size of a Short Sword. It was evident that my magic was running out. If I repeated this a little longer, the rampage of my left hand would subside.
“You have something good… and it’s going to go inside me…”
Thanks to the subsiding rampage of my left hand, Melissa was now so close that her breath was about to fall on my penis.
This is my chance! Now that my left hand is off her breasts, I don’t have to restrain Miss Melissa any further. If I use Godspeed to escape, I might hurt the nearby Melissa, but it’s better than staying like this.
With Godspeed, I pressed Melissa’s head down and mercilessly shoved my penis into her mouth. … Huh? Left hand! What are you doing?!
My penis, which had shrunk smaller than a Short Sword, was being forcibly shoved into Melissa’s mouth, with her left hand gripping her hair from behind and repeating the up-and-down motion.
This is … … hopeless … … I’m surely facing execution … … To perform coitus on the relative of His Majesty the Emperor, and then to think about the rest of my life … …
“Nguuuu… un… guuuu…”
I could feel the back of her throat with the tip of my penis. The amount of saliva dripping from her mouth was incredible. Using magic to condense now would be disastrous, and I didn’t feel like using the melting magic.
What am I going to do? I had no means to waste magic, and my unruly left hand showed no mercy to Melissa. It was truly outrageous.
“Nn… n! Gu… uun… ggguuuuuu!”
Was it a minute or ten minutes… Melissa’s jaw was about to dislocate from consuming my penis with the left hand’s brutality, and my right hand couldn’t stop the left. Was my magic even returning slightly…
“Aaah… a… aga… agaga… gaa…”
Melissa, who could no longer speak, was probably experiencing impregnation for the first time in her life to the point of her eyes rolling back. I was also experiencing this for the first time.
But it was over. Did the left hand decide it was satisfied? It thrust my penis deep into Melissa and then unceremoniously threw her onto the sofa.
Execution is decided.
Viscountess Melissa, who had been thrown aside, was trembling with her dress skirt pulled up. What have I done?! What… In this world, do they go without panties under their dresses…?
My penis had shrunk down to the size of a Petty knife, too small to fit in my pants. I should just leave my left hand alone and escape. I just became a Baron, and it’s over in one day… I could see love fluids flowing from Miss Melissa’s private parts.
I’m escaping! Godspeed!
*Splash…*
Did I choose the wrong direction to flee, was it the rampant magic, or was it Melissa’s allure… I ended up thrusting my penis into Viscountess Melissa.
“Aaaahhh…!”
Execution by torture confirmed by her moans!
What should I do now? After going this far, why didn’t I even break through the window on the opposite side and escape…
I wantonly fondled her chest, and then forcefully impregnated her. It was understandable if she thought I was raping her. Raping a Viscountess… I’m dead… But then, a ray of hope came to mind. She said, “If it concerns Lord Mikael, I will accept anything.”
My first impression of her was bad, but she turned out to be surprisingly nice once we talked. Could such a convenient turn of events be possible? From rape to love. … That’s a manga plot. It might be impossible, but believing her words and the manga, I thrust my hips.
“Ahhh…! Fe… eling… so gooood!”
It wasn’t just about appeasing Miss Melissa, but about making her my own. Accept me!
“It’s inside! It’s getting hotter and hotter inside me!”
It would be easy to finish her off with Godspeed, but I had to take my time and get her accustomed to it. So much so that she couldn’t live without my penis.
“So lewd, it feels so good, I want… more…”
My clothes, open at the chest, were slipped down, revealing my ripe breasts. The pink nipples stood erect, begging to be licked.
“My breasts… Ahhh, lick me more…”
The eloquence of Godspeed licked her nipples at divine speed. From below, the Short Sword pierced, and I didn’t forget to move my hips.
“Ah, nggimojiii… more, do more…”
It’s a shame I’m running out of time. I want to do more for her, but if I’m late, Priscilla said she would attack the castle, and I’m making Rufina wait too.
“Melissa, I’m going to finish inside you. Please accept it.”
“I… I’m coming… If you finish inside me, I’m coming…”
Which came first? Me climaxing, or a giant stone weighing many tons falling, breaking through the upper floor, crushing the pig noble next door, and sending the woman he was holding flying?
Miss Melissa was rolling her eyes beneath me. Such a thing falling would surely cause her to faint. For now, I should just finish.
Fortunately, Miss Melissa was just asleep. The pig might be dead, but I didn’t care. The woman was blown to the center of the room, but she’ll probably be fine.
I adjusted Miss Melissa’s clothes and left the room. Outside the room, it was chaos, with people running everywhere, making it difficult to move straight. I looked for the small Rufina, but then Rossa in skeleton form came to pick me up, parting the way so I could proceed more easily. If I wasn’t a Baron, this would be serious.
“Rufina, send Rossa back. Let’s go home quickly from here.”
“What in the world is going on? I summoned Rossa because he was obstructing my search for the captain.”
“You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”
“Don’t worry. … I did it in a way that no one would know.”
There’s nothing more for me here. I have my Black Sword, so let’s go home. I have plenty of time. I should be able to get back before midnight. I won’t be turning into Cinderella, I guess.
Rufina and I arrived at the castle gate at the agreed-upon time, half an hour before noon. Even from a distance, I could tell it was Orietta. That giant powered armor, she really wore it.
Everyone was indeed waiting for us, fully armed. The knights at the castle gate were probably too intimidated to speak. It’s good that there were no repercussions.
Did these people really wait until noon? Could that giant stone earlier have been one of Sophia’s Meteor Strikes?
I had time before the agreed-upon hour. However, when it came to Miss Melissa, I couldn’t say I had any leeway. Did she do it knowing that? Did she miss on purpose? Or was it an accident?
Sophia had mentioned before that she might be able to use Meteor Strike. She never said she could hit. Was this a warning? That she’ll hit next time.
The castle was in chaos from the direct impact of a giant meteorite. We decided to go home quietly. The night in the Imperial Capital, though noisy, passed in silence.
